The First Night I Worked Beside Bianca

Only two weeks had passed since my first night as Daniela, and Bianca had already decided it was time to take another step. She said it one afternoon, while she was brushing my hair in front of the bathroom mirror, with that calm of hers that always hid a plan.

—Tonight we’re going to work together, baby. There’s a special client who asked for both of us.

I looked at her in the reflection. Her hands kept working through my hair without stopping.

—His name is Marcelo. He’s got money to burn and he likes seeing two girls like us working as a team. He’s going to pay very well.

I felt a knot in my stomach, a mix of fear and something I still didn’t dare name. I nodded. With Bianca, I always ended up nodding.

She got me ready with a patience I didn’t know she had. She wanted us to look like sisters, she said. So when Marcelo saw us walk in, he wouldn’t know which one to look at first.

She started with the lingerie. A black corset that squeezed me until I was out of breath, lifting my new breasts and shaping a waist I barely recognized as mine. Then a pleated miniskirt, so short it barely covered me, and fishnet stockings she clipped to garters while she looked at my legs with approval.

—You’ve got better legs than me —she murmured—. Don’t tell anyone.

She slipped me into sky-high platforms that made me walk slowly through the apartment, learning how to balance all over again. Every step was an act of balance, and Bianca watched me from the bed, smiling every time I grabbed onto a piece of furniture.

Then came the makeup. She sat me in front of the mirror and worked on my face with an artist’s concentration. Deep red lips, carefully drawn. Eyes heavy with dark shadow, blended out to my temples. A discreet shimmer on my cheekbones that made me glow every time I turned under the lamp’s warm light. I didn’t recognize myself, and at the same time I had never felt more like myself.

Finally, the wig. The same long, black, wavy mane I wore every night, styled exactly like hers.

When she was done, she turned me toward the big bedroom mirror and stood beside me.

—Look at yourself —she said.

I did. And I could hardly believe it. Bianca was wearing a tight red dress that molded to her ass and held up her natural breasts. I was in black from head to toe. But we were the same height, the same curve at the hip, the same painted mouth. We were two versions of the same fantasy.

There was no turning back now.

***

The hotel was in Belgrano, one of those marble buildings with concierges who speak in low voices. We went up in a mirrored elevator where Bianca took the chance to touch up her lipstick and, in passing, touch up mine with her thumb.

—Relax —she told me, even though I hadn’t confessed my nerves to her—. I’ve got everything under control. Just follow my lead.

I nodded, watching our reflections multiplied in the elevator walls. A dozen Danielas and a dozen Biancas, identical, rising toward the same destination. I grabbed her hand and noticed hers wasn’t shaking at all.

Marcelo opened the door himself. He had to be around fifty, broad-shouldered, with a shaved head and a gray beard groomed to the millimeter. The suite behind him was enormous: floor-to-ceiling windows, a steaming jacuzzi in one corner, and a bed so wide it looked like a dance floor.

He looked us up and down without trying to hide it. Then he smiled.

—The two of you together are even better than I imagined.

Bianca took the reins from the very first second, just like she had promised me. She grabbed my hand and planted us both in front of him, in the center of the room.

—Sit down and watch —she told Marcelo in a sweet voice that left no room for argument.

He sank into the armchair. Bianca turned me toward her, held my face with both hands, and kissed me. It wasn’t a performance kiss. She slid her tongue in slowly, biting my lip at the end, and I answered her by reaching for her, forgetting for a moment that someone else was in the room. We touched over our clothes, her hand sliding up my thigh to the hem of my skirt, mine buried in her chest.

Marcelo was already rubbing himself over his pants.

—I want everything —he said hoarsely—. I want you to kiss, eat each other out, and then both of you. Two hours.

He named a price. Bianca accepted without blinking.

***

We both knelt in front of the armchair. Bianca pulled his pants down with calculated slowness, and together we freed his cock, thick and veined. It was big, though nothing compared to Bianca’s, which I had already learned to fear and desire.

We started together. I ran my tongue along one side of the shaft while Bianca took care of the head. Our mouths met halfway and we kissed with him in between, letting him feel both tongues at once. Marcelo moaned and spat out curses through clenched teeth, gripping the armrests.

—Daniela —Bianca ordered me, soft but firm—. Take the bottom while I swallow him whole.

I obeyed. I went down and started licking his heavy balls, sucking them one by one, while I listened to Bianca deep-throat him and to Marcelo grunt every time she took him all the way down. He grabbed her head with both hands and started moving her throat to his rhythm.

—That’s it, that’s it —he kept repeating—. The two of you are incredible.

Then he had us get on the bed. Bianca put me on all fours at the edge of the mattress and lifted my skirt to my waist. I felt her move my thong aside and, a second later, her tongue. She ate me slowly, burying herself in me, making wet sounds that echoed through the suite. I clutched the sheets and let out a moan I couldn’t control.

—More… —I begged, my face pressed against the mattress—. Don’t stop.

Marcelo couldn’t stand watching anymore. He circled the bed, stood in front of me, and filled my mouth while Bianca kept working me open from behind. I was trapped between the two of them, not knowing where one person’s pleasure ended and the other’s began.

***

Marcelo put on the condom and was the first to enter me. He grabbed my hips and pushed deep, setting a firm rhythm, while Bianca settled in front of me and offered me her cock. I took it in my mouth and let myself be carried by the back-and-forth: Marcelo driving me forward, Bianca going deeper every time he rammed into me.

Then they switched. Bianca lay back and I sat on top of her. I lowered myself slowly onto her until she was all the way inside me, and I let out a long, sharp moan, completely feminine.

—You’re harder than ever today —I told her, gasping, with my hands resting on her chest.

She smiled up at me and squeezed my waist. Then I felt Marcelo behind me. He was back, now with his hands full of lube, and he pressed the tip against me in the same place Bianca already occupied.

I tensed.

—Relax, baby —Bianca whispered against my neck, kissing my chest—. Let them both in. I’m here.

I took a deep breath. Marcelo pushed in millimeter by millimeter, with a patience I hadn’t expected from him. I felt myself opening to a limit I hadn’t known I had, the two cocks pressing at the same time, until I gave in.

—Both of you! —I cried out, between pain and a pleasure that clouded my mind—. God… both of you!

When they were all the way inside, I stayed still for an instant, completely filled, breathless, feeling every throb of both of them against my walls. Bianca kissed my face and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Marcelo waited behind me, breathing hard.

—Are you okay? —Bianca asked.

I nodded, unable to speak. And then they started moving.

***

The rhythm was slow at first, coordinated, as if the two of them had rehearsed. One went in while the other came out, taking turns so I was never left empty. Every thrust pulled a different sound from my throat. The suite filled with noises: the splash of lube, skin slapping against skin, my moans growing louder and louder, and Marcelo’s grunts at my back.

Bianca squeezed my breasts with one hand while she fucked me from below. Marcelo held my hips and marked the beat. Little by little they sped up, abandoning caution, and I stopped thinking.

—Like that… don’t stop —I begged, my voice breaking—. Both of you, please.

I felt something building in my belly without anyone even touching it. I pressed myself against them both, trembling, and suddenly I came, clenching around them so hard I made them both moan at once.

That’s what drove them fully insane. Marcelo went first, with a rough growl, emptying himself into the condom. Bianca held out a few seconds longer; then she pulled out suddenly, turned my face toward her, and finished over my chest and parted lips.

I ended up lying on my side on the bed, panting, my body still throbbing, drops shining on my skin and my makeup smeared across my face. I didn’t even have the strength to move.

***

Marcelo got dressed unhurriedly, paid us for the full two hours, and left a generous tip on the bedside table. Before we went to shower, he said he wanted to do it again soon, that he couldn’t remember a night like that in years.

When we were finally alone in the suite, Bianca lay down beside me. She held me, kissed my forehead, and with a tenderness that contrasted with everything that had happened before, she slowly cleaned my chest with her tongue, saying nothing.

—How did you feel? —she asked after a while, resting against my shoulder.

I stayed quiet for a moment, looking for the words. I was still breathing in broken gasps.

—I felt complete —I said at last, with total honesty—. And I liked it. I liked it a lot that it was both of them at once. I want to do it again.

Bianca smiled, proud, and kissed me on the lips.

—That’s my girl —she murmured—. And I’m always going to be right there beside you.

We stayed curled up in that huge bed, two versions of the same fantasy, while outside the city kept going on without noticing a thing.